All posts tagged: New York City

My, Oh My, Morimoto-San

Although I did not get to meet you in person, Mr Iron Chef, I experienced the most sublime of culinary sensations at your Chelsea restaurant last night and it was quite the orgasmic nosh.  An affair I shall never forget.  Suffice to say, resistance was beyond futile, and we, my appetite and I,  succumbed rather happily to partaking of as many scintillating offerings as the waistline of my Cheetah print skinny jeans would allow.  Note to self: wear stretch pants the next time. I started with a Clam Miso Soup which was completely forgettable. Granted the molluscs were very fresh and the broth, light, but I was expecting something wow from the Iron Chef who brings his own Ice Cube-esque Smoker and creates furniture out of bread. Next, I had the Kakuni – now we’re talking.  AMAZING. Just AMAZING.  Morimoto’s take on the traditional Cantonese brekker of congee with braised pork belly was delicious, particularly with those light tendrils of crispy fried Sweet Spud.  It wasn’t a WOW moment, it was an OH MY GOD …

Bright Lights, Big City, Freezing My A** Off

New York, New York, why must you be thus cold?  Do you not feel the tiniest modicum of sympathy for this woman from the tropics (and, these days, from Houston)?  You’ve got her all bundled up like an Asian dumpling.  A travelling Asian dumpling, no less. Entering the Fashion District and my Egyptian-born cabbie goes to town with the horn.  Only in New York (and Kuching, and Calabria). Turning the corner into West 28th Street, and you can see remnants of snow from the morning.  It’s all a tad mushy and slippery and grey outside though. Think what you like, say what you think, but I do firmly believe this is the most important bit/tool of any hotel room. The wallpaper in my hotel room.  Trippy or what? First night in NYC and I pig out at Morimoto’s.   In fact, I think the other patrons around me were taking bets on where I was packing it all in.  Oink, oink.  Can you blame me?  When you’re in the same vicinity as the restaurant of an …

All Grown Up

There are days when I eschew my natural instinct, and go for the adult version of Sheela.  It’s a rare occurrence but it happens. A truly brief post this will be, I’m a few hours shy of boarding that plane for New York City.  I’m scared and excited, anxious that I won’t be as well-dressed or stylish or skinny or, you know, as good as any of those experienced bloggers attending IFBCON ~ what if I get tongue-tied and become “that” one person nobody talks to???  ARRRGGGGHHHH I have to deal with my insecurities and my fears, and try to have as good a time as I possibly can 🙂 Love, SG p/s Outfit details ~ Harajuku top and Vintage Gold Tone Tie Necklace borrowed from Eve, Wool Pants with Leather/Buckle Cummerbund (thrifted), Vintage Gucci Doctor Bag (from my man last Valentine’s Day), Brass Spiked Cuffs (thrifted), and Suede Peep-Toe Heeled Ankle Boots with Ruffles (online)

Bright Lights, Big City ~ Brrrrrr

I am very very VERY excited to share the news that yours truly will be attending the IFB Conference in New York City come early February!!  Right smack in the middle of Fashion Week too!!! So, being from the tropics and now living in Houston, I’m asking for tips and tricks from y’all on how to brave and survive Winter with style and panache.  To kickstart the process, I’ve, ahem, acquired these “necessities”. (from the top) Vintage 60s Reversible Mod Plaid Cape from Gypsies Rising, ultra avant garde Braided Shrug from Celapiu (love this sister duo design team), Vintage 70s Reversible Camel+Leopard Cape from Tiger Lily Frocks, and Vintage Space Bunny Tee from My Like Zoo of Hong Kong (ok, so this was an indulgence). I’ve also got the scarf and the puffy jacket and the super thick boots and ear muffs and gloves. What am I missing??? C’mon, ye worldly travellers and NYorkers alike, won’t you help a lass from Borneo who’s making her virgin foray into the Big Apple during the coldest time …

I Love You, Cake Boy

Life’s little surprises has brought me into the wonder realm of two really cool designers from Latvia, Inga and Irena, who collectively fabricate some of the most quirky and whimsical and charming garments ever.  You can view their pieces here. I’ve long admired their work yet for some (unfathomable) reason, bit the bullet just a few months ago.  This piece is one of them.  Please ignore the quasi Titanic pose.  I have NO idea why I did that. Meet Cake Boy, a poncho cum tunic cum top cum wearable-fantasy-come-true.  He’s this fitted tunic thingy, tapering into a slim, sharp silhouette, and made ever so billowy with the addition of those voluminous sleeves.  Totally ABBA. I felt these Velvet Heel Booties in SCREAMING FIRE ENGINE RED with spikes and studs were the only pair worthy of Cake Boy.  And yes, there are those ever faithful Yoga Pants from Nike ~ again.  Yes, I wear ’em all the time because they’re comfort personified (and rather flattering too, I must say).  And yes, I do change my pants …